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Amorous

Nov 9, 2024
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Updated: Jul 19, 2025

By Ankitha D


We were exploring each other’s bodies on the ocean shore, 

Our calm breathing in the perfect sync like we were on cloud nine, 

As he knows the most sensitive skin is the nape of the neck leaving a love bite, 

So the world knows I am his and only his; it felt so delight,

Making love on that sweetest alluring amorous moonlight night, 

Our eyes were filled with desires, his hands found mine holding it tight. 


The moon became coy after seeing their moments; hiding behind the clouds, 

They both explored the maps of their 

Bodies; caressing her ample bosoms, 

His long and slender hands were the perfect cloth for her orbs,  

Her lips wanted attention too; they kissed aggressively, 

And grasping for air he entered into her roughly, 

The first time was painful and the second was replaced by pleasure. 


They were a blushing mess wanting for more and more, 

He worshipped her body, leaving traces of kisses all over her body for begging for more, 

I couldn’t agree more; as our chemistry was devilishly insane, 

These Euphoric pleasures were raising a new feeling in them so passionately,  

Falling in love all over again listening to the sea of rhythmic whispers, 

The aroma of her fresh silky skin and fondly pinkish cheeks, 

His amber eyes became so light like petals of softness,  

Her heavenly skin was filled with the carnal  desire,

As she surrendered herself completely to him and to his fire.


By Ankitha D


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